The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

After the snake head swallowed Luang Por Bayut, the remaining power hit the cliff.

There was a roar and a huge impact, causing the entire mountain to collapse.

The temple collapsed and boulders rolled down.

Mashan hugged Chanali tightly and fell from the air.

When he landed, he reversed his waist and abdomen forcefully, pushing Chanali upwards, and used his body's rapid fall to slow down Chanali's fall.

boom!

His back hit the ground hard, and then Chanali landed heavily on him.

It was like he used his own body to make a meat pad for Chanali.

puff!

Ma Shan sprayed a mouthful of blood on Chanali's face.

"Ma Shan!" Chanali didn't bother to wipe the blood, hugged Masan and shouted, "Are you okay?"

"So...so soft! So...so hard!"

Mashan murmured, his expression looking very uncomfortable.

"What's soft and hard?"

Chanali looked at Ma Shan in confusion. Only when she saw the painful and strange expression on this guy's face did she realize that she was lying on top of him.

"asshole!"

She really wanted to beat him up, but how long had it been before she could even think of joking?

But seeing the blood on Ma Shan's face, she felt pity for him.

This guy would risk his life for her.

Where can I find such a man?

Chanali felt full of happiness in her heart.

"Hard, too hard, touch it and see..." Mashan said.

Chanali heard what this guy said became more and more outrageous. She blushed and got up angrily, saying, "If you keep doing this, I won't pay attention to you!"

Mashan grinned, twisted in pain, and said, "There is something hard on my back. It hurts! Can you touch it and see what it is?"

Chanali was stunned and realized that she had misunderstood Ma Shan. She quickly squatted down and helped Ma Shan turn over.

I saw a lamp inserted into Ma Shan's back. The wick and the front half of the lamp had been completely pierced into the chest, leaving only a lamp holder outside.

Chanali was shocked and wanted to pull out the light.

Suddenly I heard someone behind me say, "Don't move! This is the Zhulong Jiuyin Lamp. The light will never go out. Now it is pierced into his body, and his soul has been integrated into the light. If you pull it out rashly, he will lose his soul and die." .”

"Ah?!" Chanali looked at the beautiful woman behind her in surprise, "What should we do?"

Xiang Wanqing said nothing, just looked up at the huge snake body in the sky, protecting them behind it.

Naga stood blankly in the Mekong River, looking at Sirius lying in the bloody water, and then looking at the cart halfway up the mountain.

The snake's body suddenly arched up, as if bowing to Dawa, and its nine snake heads swayed and made a hissing sound.

Then, the whole snake slowly sank, and after a while, it submerged into the wide Mekong River.

The Mekong River has returned to its usual calmness, but after the water level receded, blood-red river beaches were left behind.

"Senior sister!" Li Muchen floated down next to Xiang Wanqing and glanced at Ma Shan, "Senior sister, this is my brother Ma Shan. His heart was gouged out earlier and his soul was damaged. I think this candle dragon nine-yin lamp looks like It has the effect of calming the soul, so simply integrate the light into his body to stabilize his heart and soul.”

"The Zhulong Jiuyin Lamp is a magical weapon. It needs to be integrated into his body..." Xiang Wanqing shook her head slightly, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"The magic lamp has pierced his heart, and the yin fire has entered his body. He can't even think about melting it." Du Qinghui came over and checked Ma Shan's injuries. "Pull it out, and he will definitely die!"

Li Muchen said firmly: "No, I will never let Brother Mashan die!"

"With the skills of the three of you and me, using all our strength, it is not difficult to integrate the lamp into the body. It's just that the Zhulong Nine Yin Lamp is refined from the body of the Zhulong. Once this kind of artifact enters the body, it will be compatible with its body and soul. No one knows what will happen." Du Qinghui said.

"Zhulong Jiuyin, this kind of divine thing is rare to find. If it flows into the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid it won't cause a bloody storm. But now it has pierced his heart, and the light burned his heart..." Xiang Wanqing sighed, " Alas, this is also his fate, whether it is a blessing or a curse, only he has to bear it."

Li Muchen nodded and said, "In that case, let's get started."

He helped Ma Shan up and sat cross-legged.

The three people were divided into three directions, forming a perfect glyph, and sat around Mashan.

Li Muchen formed a seal with one hand and drew a talisman in the void with the other.

The same goes for Xiang Wanqing and Du Qinghui.

In the void around Mashan, golden talismans flickered, and the talismans entered his body, and the lamp holder on his back also glowed with golden light.

After a while, the golden light became grander and enveloped Ma Shan's entire body.

Chanali was on the side, clenching her fists nervously.

The golden light slowly dissipated, and when I looked at the lamp holder on Mashan's back, it had disappeared.

Ma Shan suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted, then fainted.

Chanali was so frightened that she quickly went over to support Mashan, patted his cheek gently, and shouted: "Mashan! Mashan!"

"He's fine." Du Qinghui said, "It's just that his soul was absorbed by the Nine Yin Candle and he fainted temporarily."

He took out a few pills, stuffed one in Mashan's mouth, handed the rest to Chanali, and said, "When he wakes up, take another pill, and the rest every seven days."

Chanali took the pills and thanked her profusely.

Li Muchen also thanked his senior brother and sister for Mashan, and the three of them looked towards the Mekong River together.

At this time, there was no wind or waves on the Mekong River, and the water level had long since returned to normal.

Dorje had returned to his normal dog appearance, but was covered in blood. He was limping along the gravel by the river towards the cart halfway up the mountain.

Dawa sat on the cart with a calm face.

Dorje came to the cart and lowered his head, as if waiting for the master's reprimand.

Dawa stretched out his hand and stroked his head gently, murmuring softly: "Dorji! So good! You are great!"

Dorje then raised his head and turned to look at the Mekong River, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Li Muchen and the other three floated down next to them.

Xiang Wanqing and Du Qinghui also learned about Dawa's origins from Li Muchen. They were surprised and expressed their gratitude to her and felt sad for Sanji's death.

"You don't have to thank me, and you don't have to feel sad for Sanchi." Dawa said calmly, "We came here following God's guidance. This is Sanchi's fate! On the contrary, I want to thank Mr. Li, you saved the life." Sanchi allowed him to hear the voice of God and come here.”

Li Muchen couldn't help but feel ashamed. Dawa's holiness and nobility are unparalleled. If there is a Buddha in the world, Dawa is it.

"Madam, where are you going next? If you don't mind, you can go to Hecheng and stay at my house. I believe everyone will like you." Li Muchen said.

Dawa shook his head gently: "Thank you, I appreciate your kindness. Where I come from, I still have to go back. Sanji's illness is cured, the mission is completed, and it's time for me to go back."

She looked to the west and said, "Dorji, let's go."

Duoji lowered his head, got into the rope in front of the cart, pulled up the cart, and limped down the mountain road.

With the sound of the wheels rolling, they walked slowly along the way they came, by the Mekong River.

After walking a few steps, Duoji suddenly stopped and looked back.

Just behind the cart, a several-meter-long king cobra stood in the middle of the road, watching them quietly.

The snake and the dog looked at each other without moving for a long time.

Dawa also saw the snake. Her eyes were moist, like the valley after the rain, misty and clear, and rainbows flashed from her eyes.

"Let's go, Dorje."

Duoji slowly turned around and limped along the bumpy road toward the distance.

Dawa's tears did not fall after all.

On the contrary, it was the king cobra that dropped two drops of clear tears on the rocks on the bank of the Mekong River.

It watched its relatives go away, and the shadow of the cart was submerged in the long grass of the ancient road by the river, and disappeared at the end of the world.

It just slipped into the water.

The tears on the rock were quickly dried by the sun, leaving two scars that cannot be erased.